A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

picked the name

a simple building with windows that had a Light

currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot

an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be

His thin stature made the hospital gown look

almost

still alive. He had lived two months longer

a glass of water and medicine

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

seemed like he had

he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

when

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always

her favorite food,”

suggested, “How

began to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped and shook

but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

better not call

to give

stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

took the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

a nurse came in to

done, Mark looked sideways at the

his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

doctor had almost

was still alive. He had lived two months

a glass

take the medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had

while, he murmured, “Today is

twitched when he heard

during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon

favorite food,”

know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena

he began to fumble in his pocket

stopped and shook

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

better not call her,” he said to

have to give

he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

the medicines from him and swallowed them without

he lay on the bed, and a nurse

she was done, Mark looked

grip on his phone got weaker and

This time, he had a

He dreamed that he

much like

at him secretly for a while and call him

Cecilia in his dream was

his face, saying,

this point, Mark woke

walls of the hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment

closed his eyes

felt he needed to have

was warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt

to buy the pumpkin

plump foreign nurse

wanted to return home.

the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and

knew he couldn’t change

he would never give up as long as

continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t

to stay strong

he was finding it difficult to go

up on the bed and started to make

a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a

he wanted to go there because

Mark’s pale fingers trembled

back

run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was

I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and

planes and smiled

have some of your pumpkin

only actually took

not more

mouth, he put down the

narrowed his eyes and

go back home and have a family reunion,”

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assured him. But he could see that Mark was

ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It

was around

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time,

you,” Peter urged in a low

broke into a

boy,” he

the phone. It was an international call,

voice sounded a

heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth

a girl that had

Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

Waylen continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week.

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter what,

emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was

first half of his life. He didn’t deserve

Mark sniffed and

call, he never

in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two

“What happened?” he asked.

he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been

happy to hear this and he did a

said

day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

and began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and

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glance

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